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“Oh come on Jean,” you said. “Lighten up.”
Jean grumbled under his breath. “(F/N), it’s cold as fuck out here and I hate winter. Can we please go back inside?”
You shook your head, and then grinned up at him, (E/C) eyes bright and (H/C) blowing around you, due to the wind. “Oh, come on Jean! Can we stay out here a little longer?”
He sighed. He knew not to argue with you. Besides, you were being incredibly . . . cute, even though he would not admit it.
You ran ahead, looking around outside. The night before, it had snowed and now the trees, ground, and everything else was covered in snow. As the both of you walked, it was snowing as well. You stopped in tracks, turned around, and then puffed your cheeks out. “Come on Jean! You’re being a slow ass!”
He trudged even faster. “I’m going, I’m going. Geez, damn woman.”
Suddenly, a snowball was thrown at him. He glared at the assailant . . . which happened to be you. You whistled innocently, as if nothing happened.
He started getting closer. “Why you little!”
You started running, with him hot on your tail. “Come and catch me, Jean!” you yelled. Next thing you know, you were tackled onto the snowy ground by Jean.
He pinned you with his body. You squirmed. “Hey! This is unfair! You’re heavier and stronger! Pllleeeeeaaaasssseeeeee?”
He chucked, amused by your antics. “No, it feels pretty comfortable here. Mind if I stay a little longer?”
You blushed, noticing how close his face was to yours. “C-come on. You’re heavy and you’re squishing me! Get off me, idiot!”
He shook his head, and unpinned you. "So you can quit your whining."
You got up and dusted the snow off of you. “Thank you—” Suddenly a snowball pinned you in the face. He was struggling not to laugh. Your eye twitched. “And what was that for?”
He had his trademark shit-eating grin on his face. “Just some payback.”
You sighed and then grinned. “Oh, so you want to play that game, don’t you now?”
You bent down and gathered snow in your hand, packing it into a snowball. “I’ll show you how a pro does it.”
You started chasing him, throwing snowball after snowball at him, and him throwing some back.
You suddenly bumped into him, falling on top of him in the process. You both blinked at each other. Both of your faces were red, but neither of you could tell if the other was blushing since it was cold outside. Each breath came out as puffs, as you lay on him. You both didn’t make a move for a while.
Jean put his hand on your cheek. Your face heated up with the contact. “J-Jean?”
His face was slightly red, and that was not because of the cold. “W-what? Just because I like you, it doesn’t mean anything!”
You both stared at each other for a while as you let the words sink in. He liked. . . . you?
You put your hand on top of his, smiling. “Oh. In that case, I like you too, Jean.”
With that, you pressed your cold lips upon his. You were really surprised on how soft his lips were and how warm, which warmed you to the core, despite the coldness around the both of you. Both hands cupped your face and you threaded your fingers through his surprisingly soft hair.
When the both of you pulled away, you both looked into each other’s eyes.
You rested your forehead on his. He said, “So, I’m guessing it’s mutual?”
You pouted, averting your eyes from his gaze. “Of course it does, idiot!”
The both of you stayed silent. You broke the silence. “Does this mean you still hate winter?”
His cheeks turned red and he said, “Well, it’s not all that bad. If you’re with me, I mean, to keep me warm?”
You smiled. “Sure!” Then you pouted. “But Christmas is a great part of winter to, Jean!”
“ . . . Shut up.”
Jean grumbled under his breath. “(F/N), it’s cold as fuck out here and I hate winter. Can we please go back inside?”
You shook your head, and then grinned up at him, (E/C) eyes bright and (H/C) blowing around you, due to the wind. “Oh, come on Jean! Can we stay out here a little longer?”
He sighed. He knew not to argue with you. Besides, you were being incredibly . . . cute, even though he would not admit it.
You ran ahead, looking around outside. The night before, it had snowed and now the trees, ground, and everything else was covered in snow. As the both of you walked, it was snowing as well. You stopped in tracks, turned around, and then puffed your cheeks out. “Come on Jean! You’re being a slow ass!”
He trudged even faster. “I’m going, I’m going. Geez, damn woman.”
Suddenly, a snowball was thrown at him. He glared at the assailant . . . which happened to be you. You whistled innocently, as if nothing happened.
He started getting closer. “Why you little!”
You started running, with him hot on your tail. “Come and catch me, Jean!” you yelled. Next thing you know, you were tackled onto the snowy ground by Jean.
He pinned you with his body. You squirmed. “Hey! This is unfair! You’re heavier and stronger! Pllleeeeeaaaasssseeeeee?”
He chucked, amused by your antics. “No, it feels pretty comfortable here. Mind if I stay a little longer?”
You blushed, noticing how close his face was to yours. “C-come on. You’re heavy and you’re squishing me! Get off me, idiot!”
He shook his head, and unpinned you. "So you can quit your whining."
You got up and dusted the snow off of you. “Thank you—” Suddenly a snowball pinned you in the face. He was struggling not to laugh. Your eye twitched. “And what was that for?”
He had his trademark shit-eating grin on his face. “Just some payback.”
You sighed and then grinned. “Oh, so you want to play that game, don’t you now?”
You bent down and gathered snow in your hand, packing it into a snowball. “I’ll show you how a pro does it.”
You started chasing him, throwing snowball after snowball at him, and him throwing some back.
You suddenly bumped into him, falling on top of him in the process. You both blinked at each other. Both of your faces were red, but neither of you could tell if the other was blushing since it was cold outside. Each breath came out as puffs, as you lay on him. You both didn’t make a move for a while.
Jean put his hand on your cheek. Your face heated up with the contact. “J-Jean?”
His face was slightly red, and that was not because of the cold. “W-what? Just because I like you, it doesn’t mean anything!”
You both stared at each other for a while as you let the words sink in. He liked. . . . you?
You put your hand on top of his, smiling. “Oh. In that case, I like you too, Jean.”
With that, you pressed your cold lips upon his. You were really surprised on how soft his lips were and how warm, which warmed you to the core, despite the coldness around the both of you. Both hands cupped your face and you threaded your fingers through his surprisingly soft hair.
When the both of you pulled away, you both looked into each other’s eyes.
You rested your forehead on his. He said, “So, I’m guessing it’s mutual?”
You pouted, averting your eyes from his gaze. “Of course it does, idiot!”
The both of you stayed silent. You broke the silence. “Does this mean you still hate winter?”
His cheeks turned red and he said, “Well, it’s not all that bad. If you’re with me, I mean, to keep me warm?”
You smiled. “Sure!” Then you pouted. “But Christmas is a great part of winter to, Jean!”
“ . . . Shut up.”
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